The flowers in the vase look pretty
neatly arranged stacked with care
a cut here and a cut there
trims that the hands desire
the pattern is predesigned
the formations that are pre alligned
a thing of beauty that is suitably placed
sometimes in the corner & sometimes centrally propped
The flowers in the garden look prettier
as a portrait full of colors
swinging with wind as cheerleaders
each having their own unique features
smiling away and looking happy
rawness intact as if dancing to a tune that is peppy
the variety is not perfect but real
the presentation is not in order but natural
Women too are just like flowers
the society tries to prune their wings when needed
they decide with whom she be happy
sometimes its their own blood & sometimes its complete strangers
irony is no one realizes she has a life, a heart & blood that is very red
the whole community tries to jumps in branding her an object
just like lifeless dead flowers she will decorate your home
treat her right & she will fill you with joy just like a garden full of flowers.
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.’
Love,
Chinmayee
Chinmayee's Creations 
Beautiful poem. I liked the way you drew the analogy.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dear friend ❤️
LikeLike
Beautiful 😍 Well done….👏
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dear friend ❤️😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the way you have related tender flowers with women and their lives. We do need to treat them well, for them to bloom to their full potential – but can society do it?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for stopping by. That is a very pertinent question and such questions need to be raised on a frequent basis if we need to change mindsets.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Interesting analogy. Well captured.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 😊
LikeLike
Love the way you weave words in your story.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the way you weave words in your poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much for your kind words 🤗
LikeLike